[Azealia Banks]
What up, what up?
Do you motherfuckers
Wanna gamble with your luck?
Better roll four, five, six
Then up and up
I'mma roll head, crack trips
You got the nuts?
I'mma call your bluff like
"I'm next, small talk"
Never turn the big bucks
Fine man, fuck got they
Hand and with a fucking fine man
Smoke a lotta ciga
Do a nigga have to bust this nigga?
I don't wanna slump this nigga
I don't wanna dump this nigga
I don't wanna lunch this nigga
I don't wanna hit your little goon
In the chest and the stomach
Douche gut this nigga
You don’t really want this nigga

Ketchup
I’m hot, dog
Frankfurters, you’re Nathan
But relish hatin'
Trust me, I pop off
Ain’t one of ya'll
None of ya’ll gonna make it
Spread you like Mustard
Don’t trust em'
Burn em', boil em'
Grill em', bake em'
Nada, no problem
Zero, zilch em', vacant
It’s nothing- Nathan
Back to the basics, poppin' Aces
Poker face, I’ll pop your face in
You already know I got this blazin'
Back up with that cocky statement
Don’t make me have to cock my favorite
How you want it, roof or basement?
Birds Eye view or bottom lake it
How bout gon strip to make it?
Stripped em naked, stripped the bacon
Left this muthafucka with his pistol shaking
Racy like eight Jamaicans
Bust your nigga grape and
I scraped his raisin
Kept my cool and I held my patience
I bet your boy becomes a trauma patient
I bet your boy ease up the combination
If you ain’t talking money
Skip the conversation